The spring rain moistens the earth, with a sweet fragrance, like a loving angel, washing away the dirt of the world.

Leaving the auction house, the low-key luxury car is moving forward on the unmanned highway.

In the elongated carriage, Liang Jue admired the three paintings he took back from the auction.

The white fingers brushed every inch of the painting, sometimes frowning and contemplative, sometimes smiling, like a psychopath.

For about half an hour, he put away the "Way Home" he met and Mr. Miao's "Children Playing with Mud".

The movement of the painting is gentle, as if it were the most beloved gift.

The other "Guest" was on the stall of the extended car at this time, and it was flattened.

With his hands on his knees and his chin propped up, he stared at the painting for a long time and laughed. The smile is innocent, like a child who likes this painting.

Suddenly, he straightened up, restrained his smile, and poured himself a glass of red wine.

I took a sip, it seemed to be bitter, and it happened that the driver's car shook, and a few drops of red wine spilled on the painting on the ground.

The driver's heart died, and he knew that his husband had an almost obsessive love for Mr. Miao's paintings, and this time, his little life was estimated to be explained.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, sir."

"Nothing."

If the driver is given a new life, he will continue to concentrate on driving.

"Bang la", Liang Jue loves to sprinkle all the bitterness in the cup on the painting on the ground.

It didn't take long for the wine-stained paintings to become soggy.

The painting is not framed, the picture is less than one square meter, and it is not large. He stands up the painting and tears it in half along the middle, dividing the person into two extremes.

On the one hand, it is warm as spring; A corner of the wall is lonely, and the autumn breeze is sluggish.

"Hehehe, it's enough to have a host, and you don't need guests."

The chuckle was slightly eerie, and he tore the painting in half into countless pieces and threw it out the car window.

Ten billion disappeared in an instant, and he frowned, but closed his eyes slightly, closed his eyes, and rested.

The low-key luxury stretch car was parked in front of a small villa, and the driver opened the door with an umbrella.

Liang Jueai got off the car and took two steps to stand still. Raising his hand, he removed the driver's umbrella above his head, letting the wet and soft drizzle fall on the roof of his hair and shoulders.

Stretching out the back of his hand, he felt the raindrops gently fall on the back of his white and slender hand, forming countless mist beads, sticking to the fine fluff on the back of his hand.

Little by little, the coolness of the rain spread to his skin, through the skin to the blood vessels, and throughout his body.

"It's spring, and it's still so cold. Will it be warm in the summer? ”

Xu has had similar situations happen too many times, and those who know him well know that his problems don't need to be talked about.

Therefore, Liang Jueai's self-talk, in the ears of the driver on his side, as if he had not heard it, still standing behind his husband with an umbrella, and the umbrella was held three inches away from Mr. 's body.

About half a minute, an ordinary car stopped behind them, and two young men who looked like bodyguards got out of it.

They took out the two paintings that they had put away from Liang Jue's car. A special material is used to isolate the painting from the humid air.

Liang Jueai was still standing in place, staring at the fog beads on his arm, observing carefully, like a child's first acquaintance with the world, full of curiosity.

The two men holding the painting walked past him and ignored him as if the driver had not answered his question.

"Sir, it's damp, go back to the house."

The driver looked at him with his head up, his eyes open and the drizzle in the sky, his shoulders were already soaked, and he couldn't bear to take care of his body so much, and urged.

Liang Jueai, who was tilting his head, heard the driver's words, his thin eyebrows frowned slightly, and he didn't make a sound, but he didn't have any displeaser information.